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And it's getting darker and darker. Tess knows she needs to sleep. It's been weeks, if not years, since her last year sleep. It only fuels the madness burning in her mind, her attention igniting the fear of this beast that seems to be lurking in the depths of the sea, biding its time. The storm has abated for now, but it still prows the horizon, waiting to return, waiting to bring the monster back. But before that happens, Test needs to sleep to stop this insanity that grips her mind,

so she might face her fears alone. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bead, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction and finger licking good phantom cease Now, so Tess is diving further into insanity. The madness is gripping her mind, fear coursing through her veins. But what now? What is to become of Tests? Will she descend completely into madness, into her fantasies, her dreams, her memories. Will she lose her grip on reality completely?

All the wants to return? Will that beast from the sea come and take Tests for once and for all? You know this podcast is best enjoyed ling in your bed and just put those earbuds in, close your eyes, and surrender to the pleasure of my voice moving over your body. When you're ready to surrender to pleasure, just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it for a moment and let it go with the sigh,

releasing all that tension, all that stress. For the next twenty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, your time to relax, your time for sensual satisfaction, Your time to release your inner passions as you enjoy my voice and feel it going with you as you immerse yourself into today's story. Tiredness still burned through tests the next day. It is led in lava pumping through her veins. She needed to do something. She needed to get some sleep. There was no option.

She would have to see the doctor to see if there was something he could offer. Tess really hated visiting the doctor at any time, but over something as mundane as sleep, he really seemed even more dumb. Many more mugs of coffee passed her lips before she left for the doctors, the caffeine trying to resuscitate whatever life she had left in her as long as she was back to sing normal state for an hour. That would do it. After that, tescaul collapse with whatever medication he gave her.

Leaving the doctor's surgery, could not help but feel that she had been rushed through. The questions had been cursory, and the prescription delivered quickly. A month's worth of ambience sat in her purse. Test had never been one for taking medication, and certainly not sleeping tablets, but it was getting to the stage where she would hurt herself or worse someone else. Returning to the cafe, she left the clothes sign up, explaining to the few people congregated outside

that she wouldn't open for personal reasons. Well, Tess concerned it wanting to sleep pretty damn personal. Digging through her purse to find the tablets, and eventually giving up in frustration, she upturned her bag onto the counter. The little brown bottle clinked across the surface. For once. Test played responsible for a moment, as if it was going to change anything she did next, But she did actually read through

all the side effects and instructions. How they managed to fit all of those onto one page was beyond her, so loss of coordination and hallucinations. She knew people that would pay a fortune for that effect. Preparing for bed was quick and unceremonious. Closed off, sat on the side of the bed, letting the little pink pill slide down on her throat and chasing it with a mouthful of water. Tess eased her legs under the douvet and slid into bed. Her head rested back on the pillow, her eyes closed,

and sleep stole her away to thin. The sudden light almost burned her eyes. It was so bright, aching through to her retina, seeming to touch somewhere deep inside her mind. Once the initial shock had passed, all she could feel was a warm after glow, something that seemed to massage her mind, seemed to relax her sedate for a moment. She had no worries, no concerns. She was just drifting in space, somewhere in the darkness. Fin stood a little

way away. He looked a little younger, maybe less stressed, than when Tess had last seen him. His beautiful dark eyes still glowed with love and passion. In fact, maybe a little more so. He was different to the other dreams she had had, changed in his body somehow, but Tess wasn't quite sure how. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. As the light subsided a little, the surface of a large rock became clear under her feet. To call it a rock was possibly doing it at

his service. It was almost an island in its own right, and the dark waves of the sea gently lapped at the edges, kissing the smooth stone. An invading force of seaweed clung to the edges, threatening to go over the top at any moment. Suddenly Finn was next to her, his arms around her. Tess immersed herself in the soft feeling of his embrace, like the finess velvet. His musk so spicy, hung in the air, accentuating the sensation the muscles under his shirt tightening as if they would never

let her go. When I said forever, his voice smoothed, poured into Tess's soul. It was all she could do to hold the tears back. I meant for all time. Tess recognized the last poem he had written for her, and later he had given it to her the night before she lost him. He didn't speak in his native Gaelic, the words just seemed to enter her mind clearly. In English, there is nowhere. I will not go, they said in unison. Her mind clouded with emotion. She wanted to share this

with him, this moment, this poem. Nothing I will not do. Their eyes transfixed, drinking each other deep into their souls, to be close to you. His fingers wiped away the tears from Tess's eyes. When I say, his thumb gently stroked her lips as they echoed the poem I love you, gently kissing between each line, punctuating the emotion between them. I love you for to day. His fingers ran through her hair, for to morrow, his fingers down her back forever.

His kiss is so sensuous, so caring, until the end of time. Tears stole the last word from Tess's mouth. Wiping the tears from Tess's face, his thumb caressed her trembling lips. Tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks. Confused with this dream, she buried her head in his chest, not wanting to awake even if this was an hallucination. Embraced within his warmth again, she felt safe once more. Oh God, for the first time in four years, she felt safe again.

Is this a dream or reality? Tess whispered into the softness of his chest, his hands pushed through her hair, his chin resting gently on the top of her head. A bit of both, sweetheart. I have never let you go and won't leave you. Things have changed, but it doesn't change how I feel. Finn. I just want. His finger pressed against Tessa's lips, quieting her, his skin so soft, so sensual, his heart beat echoed in her ears. There is nothing to apologize for. We always really knew how

we felt. We had that connection. When I went out that morning, I had no doubt you loved me. When I sank, I sank knowing you loved me. In a moment, you will have to wake up. I haven't left you. I am closer than you think. Tears stung at Tessa's eyes. She struggled to keep them open. She didn't want to lose him again, not now, not ever. The cry of a seagull so loud it woke Tess with a start. Rain was pouring through a broken window pane. The returning

storm must have shattered it. Leaping up to stop the rain before it drenched everything, she noticed the crowd on the beach below, looking up quickly, finding a hammer and nails and an old piece of cloth. She covered the broken pane with the last nails going in, Test noticed the blood dripping down the frame. Had someone tried breaking in where that would be just complete madness. It was a sheer rock face outside, nothing between her and the sea.

Shaking her head to dispel the confusion, Test took a moment to gather herself, trying to get a grasp on the dream during the night. She had no idea what it was about. It felt so real, yet so indescribably strange. Somewhere through the fog of her thoughts, as side effects of the ambient came to mind, hallucinations of course, that would explain it. The noise of the crowd pulled her attention again, breaking her thought pattern. Reluctantly, Test knew she

had to go down there. They were looking up at a cafe, after all. Knowing the luck she was having at the moment, testfully expected to find the cafe was falling into the sea. Quickly getting dressed, she moved down the steps as fast as she possibly could, the rain helping clear the confusion from last night's dream and the fog of ambion. Pushing through the crowd to try and see what they were all pointing at, which only added to her pain. Tess's eyes followed their hands pointing toward

the cafe. A smear of blood ran down the rock face. Someone had tried breaking in and hadn't lived to regret it. There was also something on the ground which seemed to be the focus of agitated discussion. Pushing through the crowd, she could hear the ensuing argument, It was definitely squid. That's a big squid. Well, what else could it be? He'd be a murmur, the unmosttakable tones of Old Ron bringing its ownly unique form of insanity to the conversation.

With that, everyone laughed, which was how most people treated Oldron's stories and thoughts. The argument diffused, the appendage lay still on the stand. Apparently universally it was agreed to be from a squid. Today was getting more and more confusing by the moment. Struggling to understand what was real and imaginary, and feeling a real urge to trash those pills, Test decided coffee was a good option, possibly the best

decision she made in a long time. The lure of the coffee machine took her quickly back up the steps Tests really needed to get her head straight before any more of this weirdness happened for the first time, and days the storm a baited. A red glow appeared over the horizon as the sun set, promising a calm day to morrow. The drama of the past twenty four hours

seemed to have finally ended. The police had taken away a blood sample from the window frame to see if they could identify who the would be cliff climbing burglar was from DNA records. Test stared out at sea, so peaceful, so calm, gently glowing with a pink haze. At least she would get time at their spot. She needed to be there again so badly. It seemed like forever since she had been able to spend a night there, and all this talk of sleeping in beds was completely overrated.

To night, she was going to come hell or high water. Taking the familiar steps across the beach, Test stopped for a moment when the trenches still remained, gazed deeply in the sand as shiver ran down her spine. Not wanting to carry the burden of fear into their spot, Tests set off across the beach, feeling that sand beneath her toes, that familiar relaxation, a glowing warmth of anticipation spreading gently

through her veins, expanding over her body. The breeze rippled her matsy skirt round her, the kiss of the wind so gentle on her naked thighs. The sea breeze teased over tests, reminding her so much of Finn's lips, a gentle tingling just on the surface of her skin. Goosebumps peppered her body as she remembered Finn's mouth, those warm, moist lips caressing her flesh. How naturally sensual he was,

probably the most sensual man Tess had ever met. The breeze hurried her further down the beach to their spot, that place it became as one. The evening air seemed so rich with a spicy fragrance, the after effects of the storm. No doubt may be carried here from far away lands, promises of adventures and dreams, Finn always said. The evening sky still carried the heat of the day, a warm vein that ran through every breath, test hook

warming her right through to her song. Reaching the water's edge, the splash of the tide brushed over her naked feet. Little fragments of foam spread around her ankles, embracing them pearl ankle bracelets gifted to her by the sea. Walking deeper into the water, just to her calves, she lifted her dress a little. That tingle created by the caress

of the waves spread up her legs. Her thighs began to pulse gently with that familiar sensation, willing her to surrender to the water, To give up to this unexplained desire she had, easing her skirt up higher, exposing her

complete nakedness to the will of the sea. Test through her dress back to the sand, crouching and then laying in the wash of the tide, wanting to succumb to the seduction of the water, to take her forever to fin The cold of the water prompted a sharp gasp, an intake of breath as if it was her last, contrasting with the heat of the sun so dramatically, and then letting it go. A heavy sigh left her lips. Tests finally surrendered to the pleasure she needed. The tide

gently washed up her thighs. Memories of Finn's caress flooded her body, easing higher and higher. The fragrance of the night, that exotic, spicy aroma, intensifying the feelings moving through her body. As Tessa's eyes close shut and she let the darkness embrace her, holding her close, the ebb and flow of the tide moved along her thighs, caressing her deeper. Those muscles in her thighs clenching, hungry, wanton the gentle wash of the water moving around her sex her lips, teasing

at it like a lover's tongue. She wanted it deeper, willing it to explore, trying to control the growing passion in her body. The water lapped deeper, Her back arched in the sea. With every caress, The now familiar velvety fill of the water moved around her ankles, tightening in the tide, as if she was restrained, not by ropes,

perhaps by her own desire. The water washed over her thighs and clutched onto her, a lover's fingers grasping at her skin, holding her, controlling her, wanting her feeling so bound, so protected, so submissive, so wanted by the sea. By thin higher the velvety sensation climbed her legs as if some soft tentacles were exploring her body, trying to writhe under the binds of the ocean. The tentacles just moved higher. Tess's fingers grasped at the sound and holding it, clutching it.

The tide washing over them. The velvety sensation moved around and over her wrists, holding them as a lover might hold her down, as Finn had done, surrendering to that desire to be held by the sea, to submit to his desire. Her wrist felt unable to move, but Tess had no desire to move them, not wanting to be released, desiring to give herself wholly to the sea. Velvety tentacles entwined her thighs, tightening on the soft flesh, and their grip eased her thighs apart. Eager to enjoy the moment,

she spread them further. A tremble of excitement drifted over her lips in anticipation of what was to come. One tentacle pushed along her pussy from the bottom, so slowly moving up, flicking at every inch as if it was

tasting her, enjoying the sweet juices between Tess's lips. The pulsing grew in her core clutching, aching to feel it deeper, all the way up to the top of her swollen lips, circling that most sensitive spot, that spot that makes everything perfect, the very tip of it, flicking viciously at her clip.

Every movement vibrated through her body, shuddering, tescud already filled, the orgasm starting growing, burning deep inside, licking again, her body shocked with the avalanche pleasure, wanting to release, wanting to come, that tension building inside her core, Swirling faster and faster, Another lick, circling a clip, it, tormenting it, dragging back along it, every movement, creating intense waves of pleasure through a body. The swirling spread over her stomach.

Her stomach tensed, a new sensation of teeth or a tooth teasing around her clit, easing at it with a sharp tip. Another lick, dragging her clit between tentacle and the tooth. Tess's body shook with lustful need, the swirling moving over her breasts, gasping, moaning, louder and louder, lifting her hips to meet every lick, every bite, wanting it even harder. Tess's nipples burned with the need for satisfaction, so erect, so firm. Another lick, even more intense, her

whole body trembling on the edge of the precipice. This is it testing you. On the next lick, she couldn't try and hold back anymore. Another lick, her orgasm exploded down her nipples, her breast, her stomach, and deep inside,

right there on that spot. All the tension in her body concentrated in that one spot, and then that movement, the volcano exploded every nerve, every fiber, every cell, releasing her orgasm, the tide of pleasure flooding up and down her body, waves of desire moving from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, every breath pushing that pleasure further, still intensifying, growing two tentacles pushed over her stomach, between her breasts, her orgasm just seemed

to accelerate, growing stronger and stronger every moan from her lips, somehow intensifying the sensation tearing through her body. The tentacles spread over her breast and around her nipples, those teeth teasing at her swollen nipples, biting them in the most erotic way, thrusting her breasts up to meat each bite. Her nipples ate with need as the endless assault of her orgasm pummeled every cell. Her orgasm pulsed in her nipples, each one electric with pleasure. A lick right along each nipple,

dragging them between teeth and tentacle. Her body arched again, writhing under her restraints, her orgasm intensifying yet more. The endless punishment of pleasure invaded every cell of a body, moaning loudly, not wanting this sensation ever to stop. The sea washed over her mouth, his hint of salt, teasing her tongue. The gentle caress of a tentacle moved over her mouth, easing between her lips, tasting that saltiness along its length. The hint of the sea dripped onto her

tongue before the tentacle pushed deeper. Tess's lips stretched around its girth, resisting the earth to gag as it thrust passionately. His length teased at her throat, so swollen, so hot, burning inside her, stifling her moans. Tess's body contorted in the onstalt of her orgasm. Without warning, a thrust so hard, so deep, pressed inside her pussy, her swollen lips ate to the sensation of it pushing even deeper. I remembered sensation as it rubbed along her clit, a contortion so beautiful,

so perfect. Unable to withhold the orgasm, her pussy clutched wildly at the tentacle, grasping at it, willing it to go deep as it could, pushing back on to it, impaling herself deeply, wanting to feel that spark of pain as it touched her very end. Tess's lips pulled it deeper, burning with every thrust, pushing that contortion along her clit. Her body twisted in undeniable pleasure, wanting to moan, wanting

to gasp. That feeling intensified as her body was embraced in another orgasm, the taste of the sea getting stronger, more intense, the thrust more urgent. A warm cream exploded in her mouth. That feeling that tastes so intense does it eased down her throat tests his pussy clutched aggressively at the sensation, squeezing the tentacle inside her tightly, forcing it to were rubbed with a hot cream that ignited her pleasure, feeling it spread through her body, nectar moving

through her veins. Her body tensed and coughed in pleasure, every nerve, every cell, every fiber coming together right now. The electricity of her orgasm ricocheted through her entire being. The tentacle slowly drifted from her mouth, the cream dripping slowly down her chin, caressing her lips, before it gently moved around her cheek, holding her closer. The sea rose higher over her arms, up to her chin, splashing over

her face gently. The tentacle poureder closer as another moved around her lips, the feeling of surprise and understanding coursing through her mind. A sudden realization. The feeling of the velvet tightened around her wrists, her ankles as the beast slipped slowly back into the sea and dragging Tess's body into the tide, the sea washing over her face. Test closed her eyes in automatic response. Darkness veiled her senses again. Test twisted against her vines. This wasn't the way she planned.

Where was she tried? Fighting the inevitable flood of the sea as it enveloped her completely, The sense of darkness shrouded her sanity. As the last drops of fight finally left her body, she sank beneath the waves, the tentacles cocooning her insanity, veiling her mind. So has the monster finally called Tess and dragged her into the sea. Has her tentative grip on sanity finally gone? Well, you're just going to have to tune in next week for the

final installment of the story. So until next week when we can get wild in bed all over again. This is devil in wild and always with your pleasure in mind, wishing use thelacious dreams and.